Pretty in pink :)

Taken just before the blue dress, so again, she is very tired and has wet hair :)

Will write more tomorrow :)

Little girl blue

She was soooooo tired.  So excuse her grumpy face :)  Her hair had just been washed and was still damp too :)

A day to...

remember and reflect.

Six years is a long time to live with part of your heart missing.  But I am so grateful to have had such a wonderful person in my life for as long as I did.

Will love you always.  Will miss you forever.

The last one...(part 2)

The article I posted 'The last one' made me sit and remember the moments that I first met each of my babies. The bigger ones and the teeny ones.  The grumpy faced ones and the calm and happy ones.  There really are no words to describe that moment when you meet each other for the first time.  The relief of seeing that they are just perfect.  And the sound of their cry.  Moments that will be etched into your heart forever more.

Of all my babies, Adam was the worst.  He certainly knew how to yell.  And yell he did.  For hours.  Day after day.  Lewis was the best.  He slept like a darling from day one.  He was happy and calm.

I used to blame Adams miserable nature on the fact that he was born before HE was ready.  Forced eviction is not nice.  But since then Baby Sam and baby Emily were forced to face the world before they wanted to, and they were nothing like Adam.  He was just one of a kind ;)

When Matt was born the hospital used to take the babies to the nursery at night .  I remember listening to the wheeling screaming babies up and down the corridors trying to quieten them.  And sitting thinking 'Is my baby crying out there?'  I didn't sleep at all that night.  And I remember getting up at 6 to go to the toilet, coming back to my bed and seeing that they had returned him to me.  There he was in his little plastic crib sleeping. And when he started to cry I buzzed for the nurse to ask if I was allowed to pick him up.  I buzzed for the nurse to show me how to change his nappy too.  I must admit I was scared of this new liitle person, afraid I would break him.  We taught each other a lot.
I remember standing outside Barton shops, him in his pram asleep.  I looked in a him and whispered 'It doesn't matter how many babies I have, you will always be special.  You will always be my FIRST.  And the first are always that bit extra special'.  Little did I know when I said that that I would go on to have LOADS of babies.  And yes.  He will always be my special firstborn.

My first memory of Adam was that he was big!  After being told he wasnt growing properly and that he was small, and having the memory of hannah in my mind I was just overjoyed that he was big!  Okay, 5lbs 13 isnt really big.  I lost more than that in tthe first week of my diet!  But he was chubby, crying and I got to keep him.  He wasnt whisked away  leaving my arms empty.  I was so scared of being left with empty arms.  He felt PERFECT when they handed him to me. 

Lewis was just too quick.  My little chunky monkey.  When I think back I feel quite sad.  I remember him laying there on the bed screaming his head off.  I was stroking him and talking to him but never picked him up and cuddled him.  He was all slimy and had his cord attached and I didn't know if I should move him.  So he spent the first few moments of his life laying there uncuddled.  I remember the ambulance man saying 'Hold him, he is a little cold.  :'(  So so sorry baby Lewis!!!!!  But he was happy once Mummy put him in bed with her and held him close.

Christopher was my scary one.  I was so worried he would be born in the born or outside school.  He was born with his cord wrapped around his neck twice.  They slipped it over his head fine, but can you imagine the panic if e had been born like Lewis?  With nobody there?  The first thing I remember about Christopher was as the lifted him up I saw his HUGE birthmark and thought 'Thank GOD that isn't on his face'.  Christopher had little blue hands and feet and so scored lower than the rest on his 1 min check.  He was all pretty and pink in time for his 10 min check :)

Oliver.  He was quick, easy and happy.  Gave a great big cry when he was born but then was cuddled happily.  He just stared at me with his beautiful big eyes. He was a happy baby.  My beautiful baby Squirrel :)

Sam.  Well Sam just didn't want to be born.  He made us wait.  And wait.  And wait.  He was almost 3 weeks late when they decided enough was enough.  Time to get my lazy boy out to meet us.  He certainly didn't hang around once he realised his time was up.  It went from popping his waters to him being born in a short time.  He didn't cry when he was born.  He just stared at me.  Looking interseted in the world around him.  I remember them coming and taking him out my arms  to make him cry.  He responded with an almighty scream.  They thanked him and passed him back to me.  And they forgot to take him back :O  They left the room and I had this adorable, naked baby in my arms.  For hours.  He popped on me.  I did multiple wees.  I had a dead arm.  And wanted a cup of tea.  In the end I buzzed them and said 'Could you weigh and dress him please?' 

Emily.  I shouted at her before she was born.  I told her I would smack her bum.  I said 'Why are you being horrible to me?'  She took longer than all the others and I had a moment where I was disheartened.  I thought she would be super quick like her brother so I was watching the clock, seeing time go by.  And I cried :/  I even said 'I don't want her anymore.  I just want to go home and not bother'. (Sorry Baby Emily).  When she (evenutally) was placed in my arms she had a grumpy face.  They actually laughed and said 'She looks really angry'.  I said sorry to her and said I didn't mean any of it.  She scowled at me.  They came long and said 'Lets just check she is a she' and had a peek and said 'She sure is'.  I wanted to double check for myself but thought I would look weird, so I took their word for it.  I must admit, I was pretty excited for that first nappy change.  She made sure the excitment was short lived with her black slimy poo up to her armpits.  Thanks lady!

A different kind of day.

Loved taking Furry out with Mummy and Nanny.  Loved spending a whole £1 on a beautiful umbrella and listen to Furry giggle when I put it up :)  Didn't love getting stuck in the carpark with an unfolding pram :O  Or having a silly car or a silly brain that saw an engine symbol as an oil symbol ;)

But overall, the day was good. 

Here is Miss Emily in her £4 primark bathers :)

The last one...

This was an article I read.  And I thought I would share.

On the day that your last child is born, you’ll find yourself filled with a jumble of emotions.

You’ll feel relief to have finally given birth, pride and joy in the healthy baby in your arms– and sorrow at the realization that you’ll never again experience the primeval miracle of growing a baby inside your body.

From that day onward, this strange brew of feelings will remain inside you– because every single one of your youngest child’s firsts will also be your lasts.

When she outgrows her sleepers, you’ll no longer save them for the next baby. When she abandons her toys, you’ll give most of them away. You’ll be glad to have some extra space in the closet, but you’ll have also have a moment at the grocery when you realize you have no reason to be standing in front of the new teething toys on aisle 14 – Your last one is done with those.
And therefore, so are you.

One day, you’ll get rid of all the bottles in the cabinet, and that will feel strange since baby bottles have lined the bottom shelf for forever. You’ll do the same a year later with the the rubber-tipped baby spoons, and then the sippy cups, and the bunny-stamped plates and bowls. All these little things you had come to take for granted will suddenly, shockingly, no longer be needed. And removing them will make your heart break just a tiny bit.

You won’t realize you’ve changed your final nappy until the day that you clean out the last one’s pajama drawer, find a stash of overnight pull-up pants, and realize she hasn’t needed one in at least six months.

What the last one will get from you is plenty of cuddles and hugs and kisses- as many as you can give her before she wriggles out of your arms. At some point, the last one will be the only child in the house who still likes to sit on your lap, and sneak into your bed at night, and play hug-o-war, and have snuggle parties– and you’ll know from experience that soon, this will all end.
“Don’t grow up,” you’ll whisper in her ear. “Stay six forever.” “I have to grow up, Mummy,” she’ll chuckle. “I can’t stop this growing!” Knowing this, you will smush your cheek up against hers and inhale the faint baby scent that remains in her hair. You will sing to her at bedtime and tell her you love him so so so very much, and as you do these things, you’ll hear a wistful voice in your head reminding you that she’s the last one, the very last one, and there won’t be another.

When you picture the last one in your mind, she’ll always be running ahead of you and you’ll be trying your best to keep up, your heart bursting with mingled joy and despair. With each day that passes, the ribbon of childhood will feel like it’s unwinding too quickly before you and you’ll feel powerless to stop it, and as your youngest child abandons picture books for ones with chapters and leaves home for her first sleepover and demands that the training wheels be removed from her bicycle, you will be struck hard, repeatedly, by the fact that this most amazing time in your life is slipping away from you,

bit

by bit

by bit.

I love my last one with every beat of my heart.  And my first.  And all the others scattered inbetween.

On the day that your last child is born, you’ll find yourself filled with a jumble of emotions.
You’ll feel relief to have finally given birth, pride and joy in the healthy baby in your arms– and sorrow at the realization that you’ll never again experience the primeval miracle of growing a baby inside your body.
From that day onward, this strange brew of feelings will remain inside you– because every single one of your youngest child’s firsts will also be your lasts.
When he outgrows his sleepers, you’ll no longer save them for the next baby. When he abandons his toys, you’ll give most of them away. You’ll be glad to have some extra space in the closet, but you’ll have also have a moment at the grocery when you realize you have no reason to be standing in front of the new teething toys on aisle 14– Your last one is done with those.
And therefore, so are you.

One day, you’ll get rid of all the bottles in the cabinet, and that will feel strange since baby bottles have lined the bottom shelf for forever. You’ll do the same a year later with the the rubber-tipped baby spoons, and then the sippy cups, and the bunny-stamped plates and bowls. All these little things you had come to take for granted will suddenly, shockingly, no longer be needed. And removing them will make your heart break just a tiny bit.
You won’t realize you’ve changed your final diaper until the day that you clean out the last one’s pajama drawer, find a stash of overnight pull-up pants, and realize he hasn’t needed one in at least six months. You’ll celebrate the end of a very smelly era with a glass of wine after the kids go to bed. Diaper changing totally sucked.
You’ll put off cleaning out the coat closet because there’s a little toy vacuum somewhere inside that your children once used each time you vacuumed the house. The last one will have outgrown it years ago, but somehow that toy will have become symbolic of the toddler years, and you won’t be able to bear the thought of getting rid of it And so the coat closet will get messier and more disorganized and when your husband says something about it, you’ll just shrug.
You won’t take the last one to as many Mommy and Me classes because you’ll know by that time that he won’t remember them anyway. You won’t try to teach him to read at the age of three because you’ll have learned the hard way that if you just wait a year, he’ll catch on far more quickly. You won’t do a lot of the things with the last one that you did with your firstborn, because you’ve been through it all before and frankly, most of it was completely unnecessary. It won’t matter- He’ll have the innate desire of all lastborns to keep up with his older siblings, and you’ll be amazed at what he manages to pick up on his own.


What the last one will get from you is plenty of cuddles and hugs and kisses- as many as you can give him before he wriggles out of your arms. At some point, the last one will be the only child in the house who still likes to sit in your lap, and sneak into your bed at night, and play hug-o-war, and have snuggle parties– and you’ll know from experience that soon, this will all end.
“Don’t grow up,” you’ll whisper teasingly in his ear. “Stay six forever.” “I have to grow up, Mommy,” he’ll chuckle. “I can’t stop this growing!” Knowing this, you will smush your cheek up against his and inhale the faint baby scent that remains in his curly hair. You will sing to him at bedtime and tell him you love him so so so very much, and as you do these things, you’ll hear a wistful voice in your head reminding you that he’s the last one, the very last one, and there won’t be another.


When you picture the last one in your mind, he’ll always be running ahead of you and you’ll be trying your best to keep up, your heart bursting with mingled joy and despair. With each day that passes, the ribbon of childhood will feel like it’s unwinding too quickly before you and you’ll feel powerless to stop it, and as your youngest child abandons picture books for ones with chapters and leaves home for his first sleepover and demands that the training wheels be removed from his bicycle, you will be struck hard, repeatedly, by the fact that this most amazing time in your life is slipping away from you,

bit

by bit

by bit.

- See more at: http://suburbanturmoil.com/the-last-one-3/2014/02/20/#sthash.akuMOvoe.dpuf

On the day that your last child is born, you’ll find yourself filled with a jumble of emotions.
You’ll feel relief to have finally given birth, pride and joy in the healthy baby in your arms– and sorrow at the realization that you’ll never again experience the primeval miracle of growing a baby inside your body.
From that day onward, this strange brew of feelings will remain inside you– because every single one of your youngest child’s firsts will also be your lasts.
When he outgrows his sleepers, you’ll no longer save them for the next baby. When he abandons his toys, you’ll give most of them away. You’ll be glad to have some extra space in the closet, but you’ll have also have a moment at the grocery when you realize you have no reason to be standing in front of the new teething toys on aisle 14– Your last one is done with those.
And therefore, so are you.

One day, you’ll get rid of all the bottles in the cabinet, and that will feel strange since baby bottles have lined the bottom shelf for forever. You’ll do the same a year later with the the rubber-tipped baby spoons, and then the sippy cups, and the bunny-stamped plates and bowls. All these little things you had come to take for granted will suddenly, shockingly, no longer be needed. And removing them will make your heart break just a tiny bit.
You won’t realize you’ve changed your final diaper until the day that you clean out the last one’s pajama drawer, find a stash of overnight pull-up pants, and realize he hasn’t needed one in at least six months. You’ll celebrate the end of a very smelly era with a glass of wine after the kids go to bed. Diaper changing totally sucked.
You’ll put off cleaning out the coat closet because there’s a little toy vacuum somewhere inside that your children once used each time you vacuumed the house. The last one will have outgrown it years ago, but somehow that toy will have become symbolic of the toddler years, and you won’t be able to bear the thought of getting rid of it And so the coat closet will get messier and more disorganized and when your husband says something about it, you’ll just shrug.
You won’t take the last one to as many Mommy and Me classes because you’ll know by that time that he won’t remember them anyway. You won’t try to teach him to read at the age of three because you’ll have learned the hard way that if you just wait a year, he’ll catch on far more quickly. You won’t do a lot of the things with the last one that you did with your firstborn, because you’ve been through it all before and frankly, most of it was completely unnecessary. It won’t matter- He’ll have the innate desire of all lastborns to keep up with his older siblings, and you’ll be amazed at what he manages to pick up on his own.


What the last one will get from you is plenty of cuddles and hugs and kisses- as many as you can give him before he wriggles out of your arms. At some point, the last one will be the only child in the house who still likes to sit in your lap, and sneak into your bed at night, and play hug-o-war, and have snuggle parties– and you’ll know from experience that soon, this will all end.
“Don’t grow up,” you’ll whisper teasingly in his ear. “Stay six forever.” “I have to grow up, Mommy,” he’ll chuckle. “I can’t stop this growing!” Knowing this, you will smush your cheek up against his and inhale the faint baby scent that remains in his curly hair. You will sing to him at bedtime and tell him you love him so so so very much, and as you do these things, you’ll hear a wistful voice in your head reminding you that he’s the last one, the very last one, and there won’t be another.


When you picture the last one in your mind, he’ll always be running ahead of you and you’ll be trying your best to keep up, your heart bursting with mingled joy and despair. With each day that passes, the ribbon of childhood will feel like it’s unwinding too quickly before you and you’ll feel powerless to stop it, and as your youngest child abandons picture books for ones with chapters and leaves home for his first sleepover and demands that the training wheels be removed from his bicycle, you will be struck hard, repeatedly, by the fact that this most amazing time in your life is slipping away from you,

bit

by bit

by bit.

- See more at: http://suburbanturmoil.com/the-last-one-3/2014/02/20/#sthash.akuMOvoe.dpuf

My baby Sam

playing in the ball pool is todays picture :)  Excuse his ketchup mouth ;)

So...

Yesterday we took my babies to Crealy.  There is a ball blower.  It is like a hole that blows air out and makes balls hover above the stream of air.  Only Emily had a better idea.  Lets sit in it and get our hair blown.  Such a funny girl!!!

Why hello Sun!

Nice to see you!  What  rather lovely day after all the nasty storms.  Okay, so the rain is back tomorrow but doesn't the sun get you so ready for Spring?  I LOVE the Spring.

Today I went and saw Baby Evie.   She is sooooo tiny, although you cant tell in her pictures.

I dug out a picture of Emily at the same age.  I really think she is possibly the most beautiful girl in th world. 

She still has her dark hair on her arms here <3 br="">

:/

What a windy night :O Oliver kept saying he was scared that outside was going to end up inside. I hear you baby :/

So many weather stories out there today. And as I spoke about 'sinkholes' over breakfast yet another has appeared. It's like the world is collapsing. It wasn't designed for what humans have done to it. 

And a woman close to my age died when part of a building landed on her car. So sad :(

Stay away bad weather. Enough is enough. Thank you! 

Happy Valentines Day :)

Hope your day has been filled with love.  And Chocolate ;)

Emily loves the big teddy that Katie gave to Adam.

 

 

Loving the soft cuddles <3 br="">

Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its the last day of school tomorrow.  Only downside is that I will be getting up early (5.15) to go the the gym.  I must be NUTS!!!!!!  I better look lush this summer I tell you!!!!!

Todays picture is of Emily loving her Dadda <3 p="">

Baby the builder ;)

Forget Bob.  Its all about my baby.  She has all the makings of a first class builder when she is older :D

The binmen

annoy me.  Like REALLY annoy.  In fact.... I HATE THEM!!!!!!

They get a weird twisted kick out of holding people up.  They love it. 

They also talk too much.  And if they are blocking the road???? Oh well.  They really don't care.

Daddy picked Lew up today.  And when he came back he couldnt get in.  He had to go park round the back.  Simply so they could stand and talk. FOR AGES!!!!!!!!  So I got may camera and took some pics.  And the flash went off.  Ha ha ha ha ha  They turned and looked.

 

Chit chat chit chat!!!!

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!  

I wish I had gone to get him.  Cause I swear to you that I would have parked right opposite them so they couldn't get out.  And I would have locked up the car and gone in.  And when the beeped or knocked on the door I would have said '5 mins' and shut the door again. And if they had said as I parked the car there and got out 'Excuse me, we wont be able to get out' I would have replied 'Yeah well I can't get in'.  And walked inside.

So there you have it.  I hate the bin men.

Baby Sammy

is home with me today.  He has a horrible cold and I thought he would enjoy spending the day with me.  How I regretted that within 30 mins.  Ha ha ha!!!!

Had the gym today.  I looked lush in my cardigan.  LOL!!!! I feel so out of place there.  Everyone is young and/or fit.  And then little old me looking wrinkled and strange. 

 

Todays picture is a blast from the past.  Baby Moo :)  <3 br="">

Poor baby.

So Sam has turned a corner and Emily gets poorly. :( 

She slept lots today. 

Will write more tomorrow. My moo wants snuggles :)

Poor baby.

So Sam has turned a corner and Emily gets poorly. :( 

She slept lots today. 

Will write more tomorrow. My moo wants snuggles :)

Poor baby Sammy :'(

He is feeling really rough.  It has been over 24 hours since he began his medicine so I was really hoping he would have perked up by now.  But he hasn't :'(

He is having paracetamol and Nurofen as often as allowed, but his fever is still raging.  He is sleeping on and off all day.  He is having sips of drink but no food.  The best thing he has is his ice lollies.

 

He sadly mumbled 'My body hurts' with tears in his eyes.  I asked 'is everything aching?' and he nodded his head.

Get better baby Sammy.  I hate seeing you like this :(

Just a quickie

Have a poorly Sam. A trip to the drs revealed both ears infected.  :(

Here is Emily in her dresses.  The white one she was grumpy cause she saw her 'num' and wanted it and I said no incase she dribbled it.  She was NOT happy!!!!

Opinions in a comment please :)

Oh I so love my baby...

Lewis :)

He is just too adorable.

He goes to the gym for PE each Thursday.  Every week he comes out with a new story about what he did.

Today was so cute!  He said 'I did squats today.  There was a long pole you are supposed to put weights on.  But I didn't.

I told him I did that today and didnt put weights on mine either.  It was tough enough without.

Then he said 'Yeah but I couldn't even lift the bar up'. 

Then he said 'There was another one where you had to hold onto the bar and lift yourself up off the floor.  I couldn't even reach the bar.'

Next was one where you push with your feet on the pads.  His feet didn't reach the pads.

His story ended with him saying 'Actually, I failed on almost everything.' 

How adorable is he?

I don't have a picture today.  I forgot :O

So here is an old one.  Well I never said they had to be new did I?  Its actually funny!!!

And can you picture Moo in tis at Halloween?  Its SUPERGIRL!!!!

What lovely weather!

BBC news say over 100 trees were blown down. Seafront concrete slabs ripped up. Dawlish sea wall swept away destroying the train lines. Unbelievable footage on the news of the ground under the tracks missing and the rails suspended in the air. Never realised quite how bad it was till I saw that!!

Anyway. Emily was having a lovely time putting her hair slide in her hair today, pulling it out and passing it to me saying 'hair'. So cute and cheeky!!!

Please excuse the state of her. All her clothes were dirty. :/

Thank goodness our new machine arrived and we have load one going round as we speak. 

Here is a (bad quality) pic of the machine. 

Fast food.

Or not. :/

So after getting Sam from nursery I had to pop to Asda for some chicken. And I offered Sam a Happy Meal. Would only take ten mins after all. 

Yeah. 

Sure. 

That happened. 

I order a grilled chicken for me, a burger and fries for Adam and 2 happy meals. I got parked. Bay 1. A lovely place to sit :|

The people in bay 2 got there order and went. New people filled 2 & 3. They got their order and went. Again, the other bays got filled, delivered and off they happily went. 

20 mins later (yes. 20. 2. 0. Twenty) I called across to the girl delivering yet another order to bay 2. Please just give me my money back. She apologized and sent a guy with a clipboard over. I explained I had run out of time and wanted my money back. He said Sorry and said he would sort that. And off he walked. And I waited. And waited. Eventually he came back with his clipboard. 'Really sorry but we have lost your order. What did you want?'  Ummmm. My money back!!!  Yes Madam but in order to refund you I need to know what you paid for. (20 Big Mac meals. Coffee x 20. Flurry x 20.... Just kidding!) so I told him my order and he scurried away. He came back about 2 mins later with my food and the money. Tasted so much better for free!!!!

Come back tomorrow for all the news on my fun trip to the gym. :/

Here's today's pic. 

Dresses

Excuse bad pics. Gives you an idea though. :)

Lovely relaxing evening.

And yes. That was meant as sarcastically as possible. 

My plans. Get back from the beach. Wash Emily's coat. Put beach photos on blogger.  Bath her. Try her dresses on and take pictures ready to share today. Put babies to bed. Settle down and watch Dancing on Ice in peace. 

Yeah. Right. 

The actual events were

Get back from the beach. Check. 

Wash Emily's coat. Check. 

Put beach pictures on blog.  Check. 

Hold on!  Uncheck step 2. Bath is running and I notice the washing machine dashing error F5. What the...

Google reveals it is pump related. They advise to check for blockages. 

Bath turned off. Instead we are trying to check the pump. But first need to collect all the water that is pouring out. This was a long and fun process as on a shallow bowl would fit, needing about 20 empties. 

Job done. And off goes the washing. Recheck step 2 :)

Back to sorting her bath. 

Stop!  Uncheck step 2 again. Machine now is flashing error F11. Sigh. 

Google says this is a control board failure. Oh great. Emilys coat is now trapped in a machine full of water and I want it out NOW!

This was another fun experience. Trying to open the locked door. We got there in the end, flooding the kitchen in the process. And stood looking at the pile of drenched clothes unsure what to do with it. 

We decided that Donna was the easiest option. So I went banging on her door with a basket of washing and a little washing liquid shouting 'help'. 

Emily missed her bath and went to bed. I missed trying her dresses on her. And dancing on ice didn't go on till almost ten. Not quite the evening I had planned. 

So bear with me. You will get pictures later. Playing catch up today (and crying at my growing mound of washing!!). 

It makes me mad...

when I am at the beach, planning on getting a pile of pictures of my babies, when a message pops up on your camera 'Card Full'.  Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!  Message to self.  Empty card often.  Or carry a spare.

I did get a few though.  So here goes :)  Enjoy!

 

 Oliver was chewing :/

 

 Over she goes...

 

Windswept hair ;)

 

 Oh dear!!!  Messy girl!

 

And the boss leads the way!